She was the wanderer lost in you. Let's call her that.
I saw her treat the lines of your hands as road maps; your fingerprints as busy intersections.
She got lost in every corner of your body, exploring until she saw darkness and cobwebs on the insides of your rib cage. She was not afraid, she did not see how empty you were, what she saw was an opportunity to fill you up, and she did. She planted daisies so you could easily breathe. While you chain smoke and put out those cigars on each *** treating them as ashtrays.
She picked up every ****** piece of your broken heart; I saw how she mended them together, piece by piece, slowly and surely; she held them like each was made of glass; yet there you were choosing to break her heart every time.
She got lost in your mind; she heard your every thought – your opinions, dreams, frustrations, aspirations, sweet pillow talk and blah da-da-da-da. I saw it in her eyes she was fascinated. She was interested, invested and deeply in love. She was everything that you were not.
She stayed at the corners of your mouth for hours. Your lips were her pillow and bed; your words were her bedtime stories. One day she noticed your scars, but unlike any other woman, she asked you, "why do you keep them hidden?" Brokenness did not bother her. Instead, she asked to hear the stories behind each of them. She tried to figure out everything behind every mark. But she just couldn’t figure you out, could she?
Your clavicle was her resting place after she traced the blood running through your veins. She spent so much time looking at your eyes, wondering if they’re black or a hue of dark hazelnut. She mirrored the lines of your face and observed how they wiggle as you smile, or frown, or cry. Whatever it was you felt, she felt it too. But you never felt the way she did for you.
Then one day she finally reached the bridge of your nose, she was amazed to see everything clearly. But for some reason, she did not see that she did not even mean anything to you.
She dropped by your liver every time you gulp a six pack beer. She passed by your lungs and cleaned it each time you smoke. She accepted everything you were, and protected you from harm, even if from the start everyone knew she should be guarding herself against you.
She did not mind getting lost in you even if it meant losing herself instead. She was not a wanderer anymore, she became your prisoner.And now that she has lost everything that was left of her, she deserves a home.
Please, to the guy who should have sheltered her when she was still whole, let her go.
*Revamped